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I Do Not Like the Dark
I do not like the dark. Hypothetically speaking No one likes the dark, the dark embodies everything That which is sent to destroy us, our souls, our
And They Say Romance Is Dead
‘i want sex, come here’ o knight in silver armour o my lord, at once i exist only for the benefit of thine shining genitals
On Choice and Its Nature
The gray and bitter stay that way by choice and I believe that we all know the worst and so we know the best for everything, there is an opposite
pasha alekseyevPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHello!
Hello! I'm awkward. I say too much, feel too much, drink too much to make up for my shitty social skills. I'm socially inept. Sometimes I become paralyzed at the thought of conversation. So much so, my tongue trips over words I clumsily try to place like bad feng shui in an overly crowded, darkened house. Maybe all I am is sweaty palms and impromptu leaving too soons.
For Instance
what if when the Devil was cast out- the pain of separation was too much to bear, broken into infinite pieces and placed
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsYou Deserve Better
[DISCLAIMER: I wrote this a few years ago, when struggling with my own sexuality and an eating disorder.] words of affection feel clumsy in my mouth
Refuted Reasoning
I once was called one of God's favourite children Lighting up an influence of energy within my cut and bruised skin Looking within bringing the reign and fight back to the surface of the battle grounds that once we're tall buildings; filled with dreams and future lives, just waiting to be lived.
Miss RiddlePublished 7 years ago in PoetsKiss
The only silence for my tongue Is found on the surface of your skin; A salty beach where I linger. Caressing lips protest and hold me;
LP SteinbeckPublished 7 years ago in PoetsPitcher
ribbons of magic tales float' cross the lake, stories of fishermen drowned in the wake- their ghosts have all gathered,
Ron WalkerPublished 7 years ago in PoetsI Miss the Outback
I miss the outback, Having spent years, Living down that lonely track, Time soon to go back. A deserted desert beach,
Colin HopePublished 7 years ago in PoetsThe Light and the Moth
You told me that I was light and you were the moth Drawn to my like I’m holding a golden ticket elsewhere. We just met and you have broken every boundary I put into place
Stand Up and Fight
~Everyday in many places peoples heads with their faces, Fall to the ground. In the name of religious extremist superstitions, brutal consequences,
Matthew AllenPublished 7 years ago in Poets